Tag: vignettes

Declare your goods: Exotic dirt-danced shoes Brushing britches In a two-part tango Across a coast Designed by dancers Powdered streets with foreign footprints Photographs of family Of friends Festivities Embossed in minds The blueprints of a future A finite forever A blazer Saturated in salty scents Of minerals To set ablaze A… Continue reading Declare Your Goods→

I was left breathless Hoping and wanting and finally loving The way you seemed to be looking In my general direction It was a crowded night Filling with people, intentions and drinks I saw the way you parted that sea To walk in my general direction You smiled and nodded A flicker of acknowledgement too… Continue reading A General Direction→

A person has not the luxury of dispersion To mushroom and fade in the subtlest way It is not possible to become so innocuously beautiful A whisper of smoke or a lingering scent Could never have been such a clumsy form Coats of perfume and and fluttering voices Are mere approximations They are cheap substitutes… Continue reading Transience→

The most recent expert in existence I interviewed nodded as their shoulders shrugged, A non-linguistic interlocutory cue signalling the exact disposition we share, I shrug my coat on And nod to acquaintances I shrug my coat off And nod in acknowledgement; I concur with the expert -- it is impossible to know.

I aim for home between the rubble and the dust, Somewhere hidden underneath those messy layers My clothes and shoes and regrets, laid bare and dirty Mistakes I burrow myself within I must be hoping to build myself a home Since no one commits themselves to mass excavation unless they are looking for permanence There… Continue reading The Girl and the Graveyard→

All the things that could be said hung like wet laundry on the rotary clothesline It's groaning under the weight of stain removal, odour extraction, Limp and heavy and soaking They've been cold washed trying to warm in late summer when sunshine just isn't that generous They were wrung out and wet again Tumbled and… Continue reading The Rotary Clothesline→

My dearly beloved, bullet train I was arrested in car number twelve From Osaka to Tokyo You had me at train now departing I've committed to memory Your clean blue and white lines They remind me of calmness And I sat transfixed As Japan rushed me by As if handmade, hand sculpted, hand nurtured By… Continue reading Hikari→

I see it all The trees and bushland on the edge of a city skyline, It is neighboured by a saltwater harbour, a gateway to the rest of the world, guarded by the mountainside which draws my breath from me To rustle autumn leaves and whistle through the branches I will imitate To reach Beyond… Continue reading The View From Nunobiki or Somewhere Close to There→

I am patient zero, catching dream sequences at speeds exceeding three hundred kilometres per hour My heart does not race It sings, trembling For the way the world looks back into me The high speed whistle soothes Tunnels blanket me And window side I catch glimpses of unspeakable scenes: The trees are serene The rivers… Continue reading Shinkansen→